Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2012 02:07:23 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 72 by Rob Williams
A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 72
By Rob Williams
IN THIS CHAPTER While Randy and Zack are away, Mark takes care of Bob.
First they make love to their own mirror images. Then they put on a show
that the three boys capture on video. "Look at that," breathes Pablo.
"The cop's gonna fuck the businessman." But it's more spectacular than
that. Later Randy returns ... "Bob, meet your new master." It's Zack, the
beautiful black bodybuilder in full leather ... an erotic drawing come to
life.
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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 72
Randy and the iconic black muscle-stud Zack had gone away for the weekend
to define their relationship once and for all ... the trial of strength
they had been working up to ever since they first laid eyes on each other.
Bob was lost in thought as he sat by the pool with Mark. "So what do you
think they've been doing?" he asked.
Mark grinned, and his guess as to what had happened in the high desert was
right on the money. "Well, let's see now. First they rode east to the
desert, two shirtless studs looking like the most macho guys in creation.
If they stopped in at that bar, as Randy and I did all those months ago,
every guy in the bar creamed in his jeans."
Bob smiled for the first time. "You make me hard thinking about it,"
"Then ... what next? Oh yeah, then they had a fight and beat the living
crap out of each other. See, Randy really has to prove he's the dominant
male, your master, so he can offer you to Zack. So my guess is he really
hurt Zack, humiliated him."
"Do you ... do you think Randy fucked him? Zack's never done anything like
that."
"Oh, Zack's been fucked, for sure. Randy has to fuck him before he'll let
the guy fuck you. Oh, yeah, Zack's ass has been reamed for the first time
in his life. Just wish I could have been there to see it. Anyway, the
black stud's all set, and he's coming to claim you. You can bet your sweet
ass on that."
Bob sighed deeply. "Hell, Mark, I can't stop thinking about Zack. But now
he's free to fuck me I'm kinda scared. I just want him so much. Shit, it
all gets so complicated. Sometimes I wish we were back at the beginning,
when it was just Randy and me."
Mark laughed, "Hey, what about me, fella?"
"Yeah, sorry, man." Bob smiled. "Jeez, I love you, Mark. You keep me
sane, not to mention keep my dick hard all the time." He moved closer to
the beautiful cop and put his arms round him. "Hold me, Mark. Help me,
OK?"
"You know I will, old buddy. This is me, now, your friendly neighborhood
police officer. You know our motto: "To Protect & Serve". I'm gonna take
care of you." He held Bob at arm's length. "You know, buddy, there's no
reason you should always submit to those guys. You are a fucking gorgeous
hunk of man, a real alpha male. It's about time you asserted your own
authority ... became the master. So, we have the weekend ahead of us
... and I have plans for us."
***************
Bob looked around him. "I'm getting hungry. Where are the boys? Haven't
seen them in a while."
"I'll give you one guess," grinned Mark. "Most likely salivating over that
brand new camcorder Randy gave Darius. It's a top-of-the line model. He
was real generous."
"Yeah. Well, Darius is his personal assistant and has worked real hard
... long hours ... so this was a reward. Plus, there may have been a bit
more to it than that ... another example of the rivalry between Randy and
Zack. Randy knows that Darius has become real fond of Zack ... lusts for
him too, of course ... so this was Randy reasserting himself with the boy."
"Jeez, those guys don't quit," Mark smiled. Then he glanced upwards.
"Told you so. Don't look now but we're on Candid Camera. The boys are up
at the bedroom window pointing that damn camera down at us."
Bob grinned. "Maybe we should really give them something to film. How
about a swim?"
"Way ahead of you buddy," Mark said. Dressed in jeans and T-shirts the two
guys stood up slowly and, even more slowly, began to take off their
T-shirts. The shirts slid up over their muscled torsos, revealing their
ripped abs, bulging pecs and broad shoulders until they were naked to the
waist. The handsome business executive and Greek-god cop gazed at each
other, reached forward and began to run their hands over the others man's
gleaming chest, stroking the nipples."
Upstairs the cameraman was having a fit. "Shit, dude, this is tough,"
Darius breathed. "My cock got so hard I nearly dropped the camera."
"No!" Jamie said. "Keep shooting. This is awesome ... the cum shot."
"This ain't the cum shot yet," said Pablo, the movie director. "There's
more to come. Just watch."
And it did. The men came closer, their naked chests pressed together, arms
round each other, and mouth met mouth in a passionate kiss. Their hands
dropped to their waists and they unbuttoned the other man's fly until their
pants dropped round their ankles. Their stiff cocks touched each other
like dueling spears."
"Go close on the cocks," hissed the director to his cameraman.
"Easy for you to say, dude," Darius moaned. "I'm about to cream my
shorts."
But relief was in site because at that moment the two naked bodybuilders
dived into the water. Bob and Mark swam close together and were so
engrossed in each other that at first they didn't notice the three young
men walking silently across the lawn toward the pool. But when they looked
up they saw a camera lens pointing down at their gleaming bodies.
"For God sake shut that damned thing off," Mark yelled. "You're so busy
being Cecil B de-fucking-Mille that we're starving to death. Dinner
... now! ... or I'll take my belt to you."
As the boys ran off Darius muttered to Pablo, "Dude, a video of you getting
your ass whipped by a cop. Now there's your cum shot."
****************
Dinner at the outdoor table was the usual raucous affair, with a whole lot
of speculation by the boys on what was going on with Randy and Zack, until
Bob abruptly ordered them to stop. He snapped, "Randy and Zack do what
they do and it's no concern of yours, so put a lid on it fellas."
Mark glanced over at him, hearing the stress in his voice, then took Jamie
aside. "Listen, kid. I'm gonna sleep in Bob's room tonight."
"I kinda thought you would, sir," Jamie grinned.
"So why don't you ask the boys to spend the night in our room with you?"
Jamie looked up and shouted to Darius and Pablo, "Hey, dudes, how about we
all three sleep in my room? Maybe I can get some close-up shots of a big
black dick sliding into a hot Latino bubble butt? You up for it?"
They spoke in unison ..."Awesome, dude."
***************
A while later, Mark was brushing his teeth in Bob's bathroom. Bob was
already lying on his back on the bed, naked except for his white boxers.
His arms behind his head Bob watched as Mark emerged from the bathroom,
stunning in boxers and a white V-neck T-shirt. Mark stretched his limbs
and gazed down at Bob.
"God, I'm glad you're here," breathed Bob.
"Me too, buddy. Just one thing, though. While you're with me I don't want
you thinking of Zack. When I fuck you I don't want it to be Zack's face
you see above you. Got it?" Mark pulled off his T-shirt ready for bed.
"Aaaah," gasped Bob as he saw the cop's sculpted naked torso, like a Greek
statue. In answer to the question he leaped to his feet, took hold of Mark
and turned him to face the mirror. "Look at that, you asshole. Do you
think that when I'm in bed with a god, with that face looking at me as the
god fucks me, I'd be thinking of anyone else? I haven't entirely lost my
mind."
Mark gazed at his own reflection in the mirror, grinned and said, "Does
look kinda hot, doesn't it? OK, buddy. I think it's time for that ego
boost I promised you. Just follow my lead." Mark dropped his shorts and
walked forward naked, pushed his face close to the mirror and smiled. Bob
gasped as Mark actually began kissing his own reflection. "Oh, man," Mark
breathed to himself, "that is so fucking hot. Jesus, you turn me on. I
love you, man."
Bob was so overwhelmed at the incredible sight of the naked muscular cop
kissing himself in the mirror that there was only one thing he could do.
He came close to the mirror and as he looked at his own reflection he
recalled Mark's earlier words ... "You know, buddy, there's no reason you
should always submit to those guys. You are a fucking gorgeous hunk of
man, a real alpha male."
"You sure are," Bob smiled at himself. "You are one beautiful muscle
stud." He took off his shorts and, like Mark, pressed his lips to the
glass and began kissing his own image. Now the two naked bodybuilders were
grinding their whole magnificent bodies against the glass, their faces and
chests rubbing over their own reflections, moaning in ecstasy. They felt
their hard cocks rub against the cocks in the mirror, and they pressed
harder, grinding close to orgasm.
They glanced at the other man's reflection and instinctively moved closer
to it. Soon their lips joined on the surface of the glass. It was like
four beautiful, naked musclemen kissing each other. The four mouths worked
ravenously, licking the lips and faces ... first the glass, then the real
thing.
The two men eventually separated and faced the mirror shoulder to shoulder.
They raised their arms, stretched high against the mirror, and pressed
their bodies against the glass. Again they ground their cocks against the
mirror cocks.
Mark looked into his own blue eyes and moaned to himself. "God, you're
sensational. You really are a fucking Greek god. I love you, man. Make
love to me. Make me cum."
Bob too gazed into his own soft brown eyes and spoke to himself. "I forgot
just how fucking gorgeous you are, man. Hell, I could make love you all
day. All I need is you and a mirror. Come on, man. That's it. Work that
big cock. Let me feel that body against mine. Oh, man. Make me shoot my
load.!"
And suddenly the two magnificent bodies shuddered, their upstretched arms
flexed against the mirror and there were simultaneous howls of ecstasy as
two streams of hot creamy liquid blasted from their cocks up between their
bodies and the mirror. Their bare asses clenched hard as they ground their
pulsing cocks against the glass, every muscle straining as their bodies
unloaded their pent-up juices.
Exhausted the two men fell to their knees, sliding their chests and arms
down against the mirror. Instinctively they began to lick their semen from
the glass, sucking hard, rubbing their faces against the pools of creamy
juice.
Then they turned to each other, and each one gasped at the beautiful face
before him, gleaming with smeared semen and tears. They came together, of
course, kissing each other frantically, glorying in the shared dreamlike
sensation of having made love to themselves. The image in the mirror had
made each man shoot his load, in harmony with the beautiful man next him,
equally in love with his own reflection.
**************
After their orgasms they felt slightly embarrassed at the strange thing
they had just done. It was hard to believe that they had both made love to
their own mirror image. Finally Mark stood up and faced Bob, gazing down
at the handsome kneeling man. And amazingly his cock started to stiffen
again. Bob looked up at the blonde chiseled features and flashed on the
recent image of this golden god making love to himself. Drained as he was,
the stunning memory gave him an instant erection.
His next thought was amazement and some regret that, alone with the
beautiful cop in his bedroom, Bob had instead made love to himself. `What
a waste!' he thought. He saw the huge cock semi-erect before him, took
hold of it and slid it into his mouth. He felt it quiver and become rock
hard. He heard the voice above him. "Yeah, man. Let me see you make it
cum again, let me watch as I fuck that gorgeous face."
Their self-love was not entirely exhausted. They were overwhelmed by the
very excess of beauty in the room, their own and the other man's. Out of
the corner of his eye Bob watched the dark-haired, square-jawed face being
fucked by the huge dick of the blonde cop. Mark was getting off on the
same sight, spurring him on to pump the mouth harder still. He saw that
Bob was beating his own cock in his fist.
"Yeah, man. Beat that meat. God, I love fucking that gorgeous face. I'm
gonna fuck you all night, you son-of-a-bitch. I've been waiting for this.
You know I've always loved you, man. You wanna drink this cop's cum?"
In reply Bob plunged his mouth down into the damp, golden pubic hair,
smelling, tasting the man's pungent sweat. He felt the balls smashing
against his chin as the cop became a machine. Bob was close and knew he
had to bring Mark to a climax. He breathed in through his nose and clamped
his throat muscles hard around the piston in his mouth. He felt the huge
body shudder.
"That's it, man," Mark yelled. "Here it comes." Both men looked sideways
into the mirror and saw a muscular cop push his damp groin hard into the
face of the man kneeling before him. Bob felt the stream of warm juice
spurting deep into his throat as his own second orgasm of the evening
exploded over the legs and feet of the man he idolized. He dropped his
face to the floor and, in an act of idol worship, licked his own semen from
the police officer's feet.
***************
Not long afterwards, freshly showered, they lay naked in bed. "You know
were not finished, Bob, don't you?"
Bob grinned. "You said something about fucking my ass?"
"Damn right," Mark laughed. Then his voice became serious. "You know, I
always think back to that day I pulled you over in the park and saw your
face staring up at me from your car. Did you know at the time that I had
an instant hard-on under my uniform?"
"Guess I was too busy trying to hide my own," Bob smiled. "And whatever I
did sure as hell wasn't just because I wanted you to tear up the traffic
ticket.""
"I often wonder ... If I had met you just a few months earlier, before you
had met Randy." There was a long silence. "You know I'm in love with you,
man?"
Bob took a deep breath. "It's the same for me. I'm glad I have you, Mark.
For your friendship, your strength... and above all for nights like this."
Mark smiled. "I guess I should be jealous of Randy and now Zack. But I'm
not. I just love being near you, watching you get pleasure from the other
guys." He laughed. "Do you know how attractive you are when you're
drooling with lust?"
"That obvious, uh? You know, there's a part of me that's always a bit
scared of Randy ... and now of Zack. Guess it's that that turns me on.
You're the only one who really makes me feel safe." He gazed into Mark's
eyes. "Promise me this, Mark. Whatever happens, you'll never leave me.
We'll always be there for each other.
Mark frowned, hesitated. "Well ... on one condition."
Anxiously Bob asked. "A condition?"
"Yeah ... that tonight I own your ass."
Bob grinned. "Wouldn't have it any other way, officer. And no, it's not
just because I want you to tear up the ticket."
**************
Next morning they slept in late. Not only did they get very little sleep.
Not only was Bob's ass sore from being fucked so often. It's simply that
they couldn't break away from each other's arms. But finally hunger did
its work. Mark sighed, "Gotta eat, man. Love and lust are all very well
but ... still gotta eat."
They pulled on their discarded boxers and walked down to the garden. The
table was covered in a white cloth, beautifully set with the best silver,
piles of food and pots of coffee. Not only that, the wait staff was
standing at attention ... also wearing just their boxers.
"Well," Mark said to Bob. "What do you think of that?"
"Hmm." Bob rubbed his chin. "Waiters could be a bit better dressed, don't
you think?"
"You mean naked, sir?" Darius offered.
Bob laughed. "Nah, you're beautiful just the way you are. All three of
you. Thanks, guys, for doing all this. Join us for brunch?"
"Thought you'd never ask, sir," grinned Pablo. "We've been waiting a long
time."
"Yeah, well, you know," said Mark.
"Oh we know, sir." That was Darius, of course.
The meal was boisterous as ever, with the boys falling over each other to
describe last night's reality show in their room that they had captured on
camera. Jamie looked at Mark. "Sir, I got some awesome shots of these
guys going at it. They look incredible when they fuck." He held up the
camera. "Would you guys like to see?"
Mark ruffled Jamie's hair. "Thanks for the thought, kid, but why would we
want a video when we could order up the real thing? Right now, in fact."
The boys all sprang to their feet and Darius asked eagerly, "Right now,
sir? You want us to put on a show?"
Mark laughed. "No, kid. Actually I had quite the opposite in mind," and
he grinned sideways at Bob. "Did we ever tell you how Bob and I met?"
Jamie's eyes sparkled. "You mean when you were on patrol and pulled Bob
over for an illegal U-turn, and you made Bob strip and he looked so hot you
creamed your pants and tore up the ticket?"
"Something like that, yeah. Well how would you like to see a revised
version of that episode ... how it could have turned out? You want
something really hot in that camera of yours? Something you can watch on
one of those rainy Tuesday nights?"
"You bet, sir!"
*********************
An hour later the meal had been cleared away and the three boys were ready
... more than ready. They were bursting with impatience. Darius was
holding the camera, Pablo was the director again, and Jamie a very vocal
assistant. Suddenly Pablo hissed, "Quiet, guys!"
Out of the house came Bob and, despite Pablo's order, the boy's gasps were
loud. The handsome executive was dressed in his smart business clothes –
beige dress pants and loafers, white short-sleeved shirt, red tie. He
looked sensational, his muscular physique clearly evident under the shirt,
the sleeves tight round his biceps. "Jesus Christ," Darius moaned, trying
to keep the camera steady. He kept it trained on the stunning man as he
walked across the lawn and sat at the table.
So engrossed were they in the sight that the boys jumped when they heard
the commanding voice. "Excuse me, sir. Stand up please, and keep your
hands in plain sight."
The gate had opened and the spectacular blonde cop strode across the lawn,
magnificent in his black uniform ... shirt open at the neck to reveal a
small triangle of white T-shirt underneath, heavy belt around his slim
waist, pants tucked into high, shiny black motorcycle boots. Bob jumped to
his feet and faced him.
"Were you aware that your SUV outside is illegally parked and has expired
plates?"
"No, officer. Shit. Listen, officer, I can't afford another ticket. Is
there some other way we can resolve this?"
The authoritative cop gazed at the businessman and there was a long
silence. There was no sound except for the heavy breathing of the three
boys and the slight buzz from the camcorder. Mark walked closer to Bob and
stared into his eyes. "There just might be a way, sir. If you do just as
I say."
"Anything, officer. Whatever you say."
The cop reached forward, loosened the man's tie and let it hang round his
neck. He unbuttoned the white shirt almost to the waist and pulled it
open, exposing the perfect, bulging pecs underneath. He ran his hands over
the massive chest, and Bob gasped as the back of the fingers stroked his
hard nipples.
Pablo hissed, "He's gonna fuck him this time. Just watch. The cop's gonna
fuck the businessman."
But what followed was a total surprise. Bob said, "What's the police
motto, officer ... `To Protect and Serve'?. Well, the time's come for the
`serve' part. On your knees, cop." Against all the boys' expectations,
the stud cop fell slowly to his knees and gazed at the bulge in the
businessman's pants. Bob unzipped his pants and pulled out his long stiff
pole. He grabbed the cop's tousled blonde hair and yanked the handsome
face backward. "You want this, cop?" he growled.
"Yes, sir," Mark groaned and opened his mouth wide.
"Go close on the face," Pablo hissed. Darius struggled to control the
camera and they gazed in awe as they saw Bob's long cock slowly
disappearing into the cop's mouth. He pulled his hips back and plunge his
tool into Mark's throat again ... and again and again. The sight was
incredible, the muscular businessman, shirt open to the waist revealing the
mounds of his pecs and his washboard abs, hammering the face of the
beautiful blonde cop on his knees.
All three boys had raging hard-ons as they watched the incredible scene
unfold before them. They couldn't believe that a cop would, could, take
such brutal punishment to his handsome face as tears streamed down his
cheeks.
Jamie was close to orgasm as he saw his master being savagely face-fucked
by this stunning man. "This is it, guys," he whispered. "This is the cum
shot."
But he was wrong. Suddenly Bob pulled his cock out of Mark's mouth, back
away and barked, "Hands and knees, asshole." Mark fell forward on his
hands and waited, on all fours, head hanging down in humiliation. "You
know what comes next, don't you officer?"
"Yes, sir."
Bob walked round behind him, bent down and loosened the cop's belt and
uniform pants. He yanked them back, down over his ass, so the perfect twin
globes were naked, vulnerable. Bob dropped to his knees, placed his hands
on Mark's waist and pressed his still-rigid cock against his hole. "You
ready cop?"
"Yes, sir."
This time the boys yelled uncontrollably as the cock pierced the cop's ass
and plunged deep into his gut. His sculpted face flew backward and he
screamed as the pounding began. This had to be the cum shot. The boys
entered a world of total fantasy as they watched the businessman impale the
sobbing uniformed cop on his iron shaft, hammering it without mercy.
"Yeah, let me hear you scream, cop. You ass is mine. You're nothing!"
"Yes, sir," the cop howled. "Fuck me ... harder. Please fuck my ass,
sir!"
"OK, you son-of-a bitch," Bob growled. In a series of quick moves he
pulled out his cock and threw Mark over onto his back. He grabbed hold of
the boots and pushed the legs up and back, exposing the ass once more. His
cock once again speared the cop's hole. It plunged in deep, over the inner
sphincter and came to rest in his deepest gut. Bob watched in satisfaction
as the handsome square-jawed face flew from side to side, blonde hair
flying, tears streaming down his cheeks.
After a while, as the pounding continued, Mark's spasms diminished and he
became still. He looked up at Bob, smiled and said quietly. "That's it,
man. God, you're such a fucking stud. You're the master. You always have
been." Bob's answer was to hammer the ass even more ferociously, so Mark's
smile vanished and his voice rose to a howl. "Oh, God man, you're bringing
me close. Please, sir. Let me cum, sir. Let me shoot my load for you."
Bob looked down at the beautiful, pleading face. "OK, you asshole cop.
You're beaten and you know it. Here it comes, you bastard. I'm cumming in
your ass!" With one last mighty plunge Bob felt his cock erupt deep inside
the cop's gut, and Mark simultaneously shot a huge river of semen high in
the air, splashing back down onto his black uniform shirt. Their bodies
shuddered uncontrollably until slowly they subsided. Bob fell forward,
twisting on his back, and lay beside the exhausted cop on the grass.
They were aware of Pablo's voice shouting, "Cut! That's a wrap. That was
the cum shot, dudes." Filming was apparently over. The men looked up and
saw the three young faces gazing down at them. The boys had never seen
anything to match this, the glorious Greek-god cop getting his ass reamed
by the muscular businessman. It was a fantasy to beat anything Darius
could have imagined in his wildest dreams. And he had it all on video.
There was only one way the boys could express their admiration. In unison
they pulled their cocks out of their shorts and stroked them hard. It took
only a few seconds. The sight of these two glorious exhausted bodybuilders
lying on the ground was too much for them. There were three simultaneous
screams. Three arcs of white juice streamed from three cocks and splashed
down on the men beneath them. And the juice kept cumming, spurt after
spurt, covering the handsome faces as an offering of worship to their
spectacular masters.
Bob and Mark looked up at the exhilarated young men and began to laugh.
When he finally caught his breath Bob grinned up at them. "Now that, boys,
is what you call a cum shot!"
*****************
The two men pulled themselves to their feet, Jamie brought beers from the
kitchen and they all sat exhausted round the table. There was a kind of
awed silence as their minds re-explored the spectacular scene they had all
participated in. Mark lightened the mood as he pulled a piece of paper
from his pocket, tore it in pieces and threw them in the air. He looked at
Bob. "No ticket, sir. You're in the clear." Laughter erupted and soon
the boys were all talking over each other, speculating about what they had
captured on video.
Pablo was still playing director. "OK, dudes, we've got work to do. We've
gotta go to our room and do some post-production on our movie."
"Hmm," Bob said. "I never really knew what movie post-production involved.
I guess this time it just consists of jerking off all over the screen."
More howls of laughter ... which drowned out the sound of tires on gravel
outside the gate. But their raucous amusement quickly faded when they
heard the deep voice. "OK, guys, you gonna let us in on the joke?"
The five men looked up, and then got to their feet ... in awed silence.
The two men standing inside the gate were breathtaking. Both stripped to
the waist, both filthy, disheveled, their pants covered in mud, they had
obviously been involved in a major fight. The bruises on their handsome
faces and torsos, their wild eyes and tousled hair, made them look even
more rugged, more macho than ever. And Zack's chest bore the stripes of
the lash ... clear signs of a whipping by Randy.
As Randy strode forward he had eyes only for Bob. He threw his arms around
him and held him tight, breathing into his ear, "God, I missed you, man.
All this was for you. Here he is."
Randy broke away and Zack strode forward. Bob felt himself go weak. With
his bruises and whip marks the black stud had never looked more beautiful,
more imposing. Zack grasped Bob's hand in a crushing handshake. Their
eyes locked and both knew at that moment that their destiny was certain,
the climax was close.
It was Mark's voice that eased the tension. "Well look at you two
warriors. You both look real banged up. Must have been a helluva fight.
Good weekend I take it."
Randy grinned at Zack, "The best." Then he stepped back and surveyed Bob
and Mark. "You should talk, man. You two look pretty roughed up
yourselves. And that has to be cum splashed all over you." He shook his
head. "Well, officer, I asked you to take care of Bob, and it seems you
did ... in every way."
Pablo was jumping up and down. "And we got it all on video, sir. All of
it. You wanna see?"
"Later, kid. And I'm guessing it won't be your average home movie, right?"
His tone became more serious. "Right now there's something I have to do.
Bob, stay here with Mark. I'll be right back." He threw his arm over
Zack's shoulder and they went inside the house.
"OK, boys," Mark said. "I know you won't rest till you've watched that
movie of yours, so get your asses out of here." After they ran off Mark
looked at Bob. "So this is it, buddy. They're back. They both came back
for you."
Bob smiled. "Mark, I've gotta thank you for what you did today. It's just
what I needed. It was great feeling I was on top again, the master, the
aggressor. And fucking the ass of the most gorgeous cop in creation was
the big bonus."
"Yeah," said Mark. "Especially in view of what comes next for you. Good
luck with that."
As if on cue Randy reappeared and said gruffly to Bob. "OK, come with me."
Bob followed him inside and they stopped at the top of the basement stairs.
"This is it, buddy," Randy said. Quickly and expertly he wrapped a
blindfold, an old T-shirt, round Bob's eyes, and used another shirt to tie
his wrists behind him. With Randy guiding him, Bob stumbled blindly down
the stairs. His mind reeled with fear, apprehension ... and exhilaration.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and waited ... and waited. Suddenly
the blindfold was ripped off and Bob tried to focus his blurred vision. As
the image before him took shape he gasped, his heart raced ... and he fell
to his knees. His mind reeled, crowded with images and illusions. One
stood out clearly. Darius had once shown him one of his fantasy pictures,
an erotic drawing (`Tom of Finland' the boy had said) of an iconic
heavily-muscled leather stud, black as ebony.
And this was it! The picture had come to life. As the image before him
came into sharper focus Bob moaned ... whimpered almost. It was the most
spectacular picture he had ever seen ... pornographic ... a tall, beautiful
black bodybuilder in full leather. His gaze focused on the incredible
sight, from head to foot, starting with the black leather cap whose peak
shielded piercing gray eyes that burned down at him ... but with the
faintest hint of a smile.
Bob's unbelieving eyes travelled downward, past the bull neck, the broad,
gleaming shoulders, and then to the chiseled naked torso, crossed in an X
by a studded leather harness ... black leather on glistening black flesh.
The torso tapered down past the ripped, eight-pack abs to the slim waist
cinched by a wide belt. The shiny leather pants clung to the muscled
thighs, down to heavy black boots. The picture was flawless, breathtaking,
the erotic drawing come to life.
Bob's gaze was still fixed on the boots as he lost control. Though his
hands were still tied, he fell forward with a moan and ground his face on
the boots. He had to worship this dark god, had to debase himself before
him, had to offer himself to him. He lapped at the leather of the boots,
licked ravenously, became delirious as he humiliated himself before this
spectacular man. Then he remembered. The man was Zack. This beautiful
leather stud was the man who was going to take him away, make love to him
... and push his black dick inside his ass.
Zack looked down at the man, still dressed in business clothes, the
beautiful executive, powerful, authoritative, the boss. But now, hands
tied behind him, he was prostrating himself on his knees in abject worship.
Zack's cock was hard as iron, straining against his leather pants.
Suddenly Bob's head was yanked back up by the hair and he heard Randy's
voice. "That's enough, man." He looked up and saw Randy standing shoulder
to shoulder with Zack. Then he knew that Randy had engineered all this.
It was Randy's leather outfit Zack was wearing. Bob was mesmerized as he
watched their faces turn to each other and their mouths came together in a
churning embrace. It was spectacular ... two supreme masters grinding
their lips together in a display of rugged, male passion.
They finally separated and Randy looked down at Bob. "This is it, man.
You ready?" He had something in his hand that he handed to Zack in a
ritualistic act. Suddenly Bob recognized it from the past. It was the
leather collar Randy had used in their first days to claim ownership of
him. But it was now Zack who reached forward and buckled the collar round
Bob's neck.
"Buddy," Randy said. "I want you to meet your new master."
In total shock Bob looked up in a blind panic and shouted, "No!" It was
the dread of abandonment.
But Randy smiled. "Don't panic, man. I'm not giving you away. You know
I'll own you for the rest of your life. I love you, man. You're mine.
But I want my man to have the best. And Zack here is the best. Shit, just
look at him. He's fucking spectacular. I once told you I could offer you
to other men but there was never anyone good enough ... until now. So I'm
gonna let Zack have you whenever he wants. Hell, you know you want it.
You nearly shot your load when you saw him just now and fell to your
knees."
He reached down, cupped Bob's chin in his hand and gazed into his eyes. "I
love you, man. And from now on, you have two masters."
Bob's head swam. He looked up at these two glorious men, the rugged faces,
the flawless muscular physiques, and suddenly felt ... unworthy. He would
be owned, used ... loved ...by these two muscle gods. Silent tears began
flowing down his cheeks.
Then Zack spoke for the first time. He was smiling. "Man, I wanted you
the minute I laid eyes on you in the dunes. And Randy knows that I always
get what I want. So now we're gonna give you a first taste of what it's
like to have two masters like us. Open your mouth."
Bob did as he was told and watched spellbound as the two men in unison
pulled their rigid cocks from their pants. Without another word they
stroked their big rods close to Bob's face. He knew then what was coming,
and he almost passed out with the anticipation of it. He looked at the
beautiful faces, jaws clenched with effort. His eyes travelled down their
glorious bodies to the huge cocks they were pounding.
Then he went blind as two hot streams of liquid smashed into his eyes. The
torrents of juice moved lower and filled his mouth. He gulped frantically,
overwhelmed by the smell, the taste, of the sticky, sweet semen that poured
into his mouth. He swallowed hard, again and again, as he felt the cum of
two men slid down his throat. The stream seemed endless as it poured over
his face and down deep into his gut. But finally it stopped and his vision
cleared to a blurred view of the bodybuilders who had just anointed him,
had laid claim to him in a shared act of joint ownership.
He felt arms under his shoulders raise him up to his feet. He felt two
warm mouths press against his and suck the remains of the semen from his
mouth. He was in a delirium of the senses ... no thought, just the
euphoria of being loved by two of the most beautiful men in the world.
Finally he heard Randy's gentle voice.
"Now here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna go up to our room and
shower. You look incredible, dressed as you are, a handsome executive with
his body covered in semen. Shit, it looks like every man in this house has
shot his load over you today. Fucking hot, buddy. But now I want you
clean, naked and smelling sweet when I make love to you tonight."
"And I'm gonna make love to you, fuck you, hold you for the rest of the
week. On the weekend, with my blessing, Zack is gonna take you away and he
will take possession of you in his house in the dunes. He will use you as
he wants ... love you, fuck you, tie you up, hurt you ... whatever he
wants. And you're gonna love every minute of it. You know that."
Bob looked at his lover and said, "Thank you, sir." Then he turned to
Zack. "Thank you sir."
Zack flashed his broad, gleaming smile at him. "You know, man, that collar
looks perfect on you."
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Not long after Bob lay in Randy's arms in bed. They were both freshly
showered, both immaculate in their nakedness. Bob looked at Randy and
smiled. "You know, since the day I met you, Randy, you have never ceased
to amaze and excite me. Sometimes you hurt me, sometimes I'm scared of
you, but always the sight of you makes me rock hard. I am totally,
eternally in love with you. And thank you for Zack. I can't believe you
did that. Why did you?"
"Because you're my man, buddy. And because I love you. Simple as that."
He smiled. "I just have one regret ... that I won't get to see all the
things Zack has in store for you out in the dunes. Now that would be
something to see."
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ...Part 73"